Thursday, March 25, 2010


in the wind of the future.
in the wake of the past.
Open the gift we call the present
and carefully fill your glass.
Pick your poison,
Drink it slow.
Fade into eternal darkness
let it all go
Forget the world,
it left you here
to suffer, cry
and live in fear.
Let it burn down your throat.
Lay and sleep in your coat.
Fade, but never say goodbye
Fear, but never look away.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

9 mondays left...

So in PE, Sheidi always tells us how many Mondays we have left. Today's count is 9... only 9 weeks left. I was sitting next to someone I've gone to school with since kindergarten. Then it hit me, this really is it. This is what we've been waiting for for 13 years...

It's weird to think that these kids you've grown up with will be gone and you probably won't see each other ever again. We've gone to school together since kindergarten, or seventh grade, or maybe even since our sophomore year... Now we only have 9 Mondays left together. 9 Mondays to suffer through. 9 Mondays to say goodbye. 9 Mondays to wonder what'll happen now. 9 Mondays to walk down the hall with friends and frenemies. only 9 Mondays.

Now that it's over. I kinda want it back...